The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-07-18

autumn and winter he has apprOprl-
ately apparelled you. Your health from
Him, your companion from Him, your
children from Him, your home from Him;
all the bright surroundings of your life from
Him. O man, what dost thou with that
hard heart' Canst thou not feel one throb
of gratitude toward the God that made you,
and the Christ who came to redeem you,
and the Holy Ghost who has all these years
been importuning you, If you could sit
down five minutes under the tree of a
Saviour's martyrdom, and feel his warm
life trickling on your forehead, and cheek,
and hands, methinks YOU would get some
appreciation of what you owe to crucl-
fled Jesus.
Heart of stone, relent relent,
Touched by Jesus cross subdued;
See His body mangled, rent,
Covered with gore of blood.
Sinful soul, what hast thou done?
Crucfed the eternal Son"
Jacob, with good deal of tug and push,
took the stone from the wells mouth, so
that the focks might be watered And |
would that this morning my word, blessed
of God, might remove the hindrances to
your getting up to the Gospel well. Yea, |
take it for granted that the work is done,
and now like oriental shepherds, | proceed
to water the sheep.
Come, all ye thirsty! You have an unde-
fined longing in your soul You tried money,
making; that did not satisfy you. You
tried office under government; that did not
satisfy you. You tried pictures and sculp-
lures; but works of art did not satisfy you
You are as much discontented with this life
as the celebrated French author who felt
that he could not any longer endure the
misfortunes of the world, and who said:
"At O'Clock this afternoon | shall put an
end to my own existence. Meanwhile |
must toll on up to that time for the susten-
ance of my family" And he wrote on his
book until the clock struck 4, when
he folded up his manuscript and, by
his own hand, concluded his earthly life
There are men in this house who are
perfectly discontented. Unhappy in the
past, unhappy to-day, to be unhappy for
ever, unless you come to this Gospel we'll
This satisfies the soul with high, deep, all
absorbing, and eternal satisfaction. 1t
comes, and it offers the most unfortunate
man so much of this world as is best for
him, and throws all heaven into the bar
gain. The wealth of Croesus, and of all
the Stewards, and of all the Barings, and
all the Rothschilds is only poor, miserable
shilling compared with the eternal fortunes
that Christ offers you to-day. In the far
East, there was king who used once a
year to get on a scales, while on the other
side the scales were placed gold, and silver,
and gems; indeed, enough were placed
there to balance the King; then, at the
close of the weighing, all those treasures
were thrown among the populace. But
Christ to-day steps on one side the scales,
and on the other side are all the
treasures of the universe, and He says: "An
are yours-all height, all depth, all length,
all breadth, all eternity; all are yours" We
don't appreciate the promises of the Gospel.
When an aged clergyman was dying-a
man very eminent in the church-a young
theological student stood by his side, and
the aged man looked up and said to him:
Cant you give me some comfort in my
dying hourm mo" said the young man,
II can't talk to you on this subject; you
know all about it, and have known it so
long" "Well," said the dying man, 'just
recite to me some promises" The young
man thought moment, and he came to
this promise: THE blood of Jesus Christ
cleanseth from all sin," and the old man
clapped his hands and in his dying moment
said That's just the promise I've been
waiting for The blood of Jesus Christ
cleanseth from all SIM" Oh, the warmth,
the grandeur, the magnificences of the
promises!
Come, also, to this Gospel well, all We
troubled. | do not suppose you have es-
capped. Compare your view of this life at
fifteen years of age with what your view is
of it at forty, or sixty, or seventy. What
n great contrast of opinion! Were you right
then, or are you right now! Two cups
placed in your hands, the one a sweet cup,
the other sour cup. A cup of joy and a
cup of grief Which has been the nearest
to being full, and out of which have you
the more frequently partaken! What a diff
ferent place Greenwood is from what it used
to be! Once it was to you grand city i'm
provement, and you went out on the pleas
ure excursion, and you ran laughingly up
the mound, and you criticised in a light way
the epitaph. But since tho day you heard
the bell toll at the gate when you went in
with the procession, it is a sad place. and
there is a food of rushing memories that
suffuse the eye and overmaster the heart.
Oh, you have had trouble trouble, trouble.
God only knows how much you have had.
II is O wonder you have been able to live
through it, It Is wonder your nervous
system has not been shattered, and
your brain has not reeled. Trouble,
trouble. If could gather all
the griefs, Of all sorts, from this
great audience, and could put them in one
scroll, neither men nor angel could endure
the recitation. Well, what do you want:
Would you like to have your property bacb;
again, "No," you say, as a Christian man,
81 was becoming arrogant, and think that
is why the Lord took it away. don't want
to have my property back" Well, would
YOU have your departed friends back again
''No," you say, 81 couldn't take the respon-
sibility of bringing them from q fearless
realm TO a realm of tears. Icouidn't do it. y
Well, then, what do you want? A thousand
voices in the audience cry out: Comfort,
give us comfort" For that reason | have
rolled away the stone from the wells mouth.
Come, all We wounded of the flock, pursued
of the wolves, come TO the fountain where
the Lords sick and bereft ones have come.
"Ah,n says some one, 'you are not old
enough to understand my sorrows. You
have not been in the world as long as have,
and you can't talk TO me about my misfor
tunes in the time of old age.n Well / may
not have lived as long as you, but ! have
been great deal among old people, and |
know how they feel about their failing
health, and about their departed friends,
and about the loneliness that sometimes
strikes through their souls After two per-
sons have lived together for forty or fifty
wears. and one of them is taken away, what
desolationl ] shall not forget the cry of the
late Rev. DR.. De Witt, OF New York, when
he stood at the open grave of his beloved
wife, and, after the obsequies had ended, he
looked down into the open place and said:
Farewell, my honored. faithful and be-
loved wife. The bond that bound us is sew
cred. Thou art in glory, and | am hero on
earth. We shall meet again. Farewell !
FAREWELL" To lean on a prop for fifty
wears, and then have IL
break under you There were
only two years difference between
the death OF my father and mother. After
my mothers decease, my father used 10 90